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Lost Village 


An Eighteenth and Twentieth Century Contrast 


A Play for High Schools 



By 

MARGARET F. HILL 


Copyright, 1916 
By March Brothers 


MARCH BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS 

208,210,212 Wright Ave., Lebanon, 0. 
























The Lost Village 

An Eighteenth and Twentieth 
Century Contrast 

A Play for High Schools 


BY 

MARGARET F. HILL 


Price, 15 Cents 


Copyright, 1916 
By March Brothers 

MARCH BROTHERS, Publishers 

208, 210, 212 Wright Ave., Lebanon, Ohio 








CAST OF CHARACTERS 


Prudence Endicott, just returned from board¬ 
ing school. 

Dame Endicott, her mother 
Jack Harding, her friend. 

Dame Ogleby, 

Dame Winthrop, 

Dame Mather, 

Goodman Ogleby, 

Goodman Winthrop, 

Goodman Mather, y 
The Magistrate. 

Black Hawk, Indian Chief. 

Indian Warriors. 


> Townspeople. 


TMP92-009198 





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FOREWORD 


[This preface must be read to the audience before 
the rising of the curtain; otherwise the action would 
be unintelligible.] 

The scene is laid in a village on the coast of 
Massachusetts. For a century and a half this 
village has been lost to the world. Hidden in a 
rock-bound valley, and shut in by the sea, its 
existence has been overlooked and forgotten in 
the onward sweep of events. Its inhabitants still 
live their lives as did our Puritan ancestors of 
two hundred years ago, knowing nothing of the 
vast changes in the world outside. Even the 
great American Revolution itself is all unknown 
to them. 

Hence, when Goodman Endicott sends his 
daughter Prudence away to school in Boston, 
supposing it to be as it was in the days of our 
forefathers, and she returns a full-fledged twen¬ 
tieth century girl, the result is as follows: 












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THE LOST VILLAGE 

Scene —A common in a village. 

[Enter Dame Ogleby (R.). Enter Dame 
W lNTHROP (L.)]. 

Dame Ogleby : Goodmorrow, Mistress 

Winthrop. 

Dame Winthrop: Goodmorrow, Dame 

Ogleby. [Enter Prudence from house, skips 
across the stage singing popular air. Exit (L.)] 

Dame Ogleby: ’Tis Goodman Endicott’s 
madcap wench. Since she hath returned from 
school she hath scandalized the town with her 
fripperies and her ungodly ways. 

Dame Winthrop: ’Tis a sore disgrace. I 
marvel that Goodman Endicott snould suffer her 
to go to Boston. ’Tis a den of iniquity and a 
breeder of wantonness. She is the first maid of 
our village who hath ever been away to school. 
In sooth, methinks ’twere better had she stayed 
at home. 

Dame Ogleby: ’Tis a sad scandal! a sad 
scandal! [Both exeunt (L.)] 

[Enter Dame Endicott (R.). Enter Pru¬ 
dence (L.)] 


6 


THE LOST VILLAGE. 


Prudence : Oh, hello, mother, dear! [Runs 

up to her and kisses her.] 

» \ . * 

Dame Endicott [horrified]: Tut! child! 
Fie! Fie! Hast thou not been taught that kiss¬ 
ing is a sin? Thy light ways are a grievous 
affliction to thy mother. Prudence Endicott! 
What a gown thou hast doilned! Shame upon 
thee! These are the garments of Belial. And 
thv father an elder in the church! Go at once 

m/ 

and attire thyself with modesty and sobriety, 
and mind thou dost brush back thy locks and put 
on thy cap—curls are verily the device of the 
evil one. They ill become the children of Zion. 

Prudence: Oh, please, mother! Let me 

wear this dress! Jack Harding is coming down 
from Boston this afternoon in his auto. He’s 
the jolliest thing! We’ll—just have a swell time ! 
1 knew him at school, you know, and he’s an 
awfully nice fellow! [Honk of auto horn out¬ 
side.] There! I hear the auto now! I’ll go 
and meet him. [Exit ( L.)] 

Dame Endicott: What meant she when she 
cried, “I hear the auto?” I can not follow a 
moiety of her prattle. ’Twas indeed a strange, 
unearthly sound! I marvel what it could be! 
I am well-nigh distracted with her waywardness, 
yet she be not a wilful child, and I can not find 
it in my weak and sinful heart to use the rod. 

[Enter crowd of townspeople (L.), leading 
Jack Harding, in automobile costume, and 
Prudence.] 


THE LOST VILLAGE. 


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Crowd: Witchcraft! Witchcraft! 

Goodman Winthrop: Burn him! 

Crowd : Burn him ! Burn him ! 

Dame Ogleby: She’s a witch! 

Crowd : A witch ! witch ! witch ! 

Dame Winthrop: Drown her! 

Goodman Ogleby: Put her in the ducking 
stool! 

Crowd : Duck her! 

Dame Mather: Burn them both! 

Crowd : Burn them! Burn them! Burn 
them! 

[Enter Magistrate (R.)] 

Magistrate : What meaneth this unseemly 
riot ? 

Goodman Winthrop: Tis witchcraft, your 
Honor! They are in league with the devil! 

Crowd : Burn them ! Burn them! 

Magistrate : Peace ! thou brawlers ! Who 
accuseth them ? 

Goodman Winthrop: I accuse them! 

Dame Ogleby : I, too ! 

Goodman Mather : And I! 

Goodwife Mather : And I! 


8 


THE LOST VILLAGE. 


Magistrate: Goodman Winthrop, tell thy 

tale. 

Goodman Winthrop: Your Honor, at mid¬ 
day a carriage of monstrous size did pass my 
house, and ’twas going at such a rate that truly 
the foul fiend himself must have driven it. It 
left a cloud behind it like unto the smoke from 
the infernal pits of perdition, and a smell as of 
sulphur and brimstone, and as I hope for salva¬ 
tion, your Honor, it was not pulled by horse, 
or ox, or anything whatsoever, but went of itself 
alone! 

Magistrate: Nay, nay, Goodman Winthrop, 
thine eyes have deceived thee. 

Goodman Winthrop: Nay, I will swear upon 
the Good Book that I speak the truth. 

Magistrate: Hath any other of the towns¬ 
people seen this thing? 

Dame Ogleby: Aye, aye, I saw it! 

Goodman Ogleby : I saw it, too ! 

Dame Mather : And I, too! 

Dame Winthrop: Goodwife Mather had 
such a fright that she fell to the floor in a swoon. 

Goodman Mather: I took a shot at it with 
my good blunderbuss, but the bullet was be¬ 
witched and turned aside. 

Jack : Yes, and he nearly punctured my tire, 
too. 


THE LOST VILLAGE. 9 

Magistrate [pointing to Jack] : Who is this 
stranger ? 

Gooodman Mather: He is the devil’s driver! 

Goodman Winthrop: Aye! aye! I saw him 
alight from the magic carriage. 

Goodman Ogleby: I saw him, too! 

Dame Mather: And I, too! 

Goodman Mather : I, too ! 

Magistrate: What sayst thou, stranger? 

Didst thou drive this magic wagon? 

Jack: Certainly. It is my brand new Ford! 

Magistrate : Ford! What meaneth this 
strange word? 

Dame Winthrop: ’Tis blasphemy he speak- 
eth! 

Goodman Winthrop: ’Tis an incantation! 

Goodman Mather: ’Tis a spell! 

Dame Ogleby: He is conjuring up evil 
spirits ! Oh, mercy ! mercy ! 

Prudence: Your Honor, he just means it is 
his automobile—his Ford machine, you know. 

Magistrate : Machine of Satan, I trow! 
Ford ! Automobile ! These words have no Chris¬ 
tian sound! 

[Whirring as of airship, behind scenes. A 
<( cricket ,> or watchman's rattle may be used.] 


10 


THE LOST VILLAGE. 


Dame Ogleby: What hubbub is that? [All 
stand transfixed with horror, pointing upwards .] 

Dame Winthrop: Oh! Oh! Oh! It’s the 
very devil himself! He’s flying through the air! 
[She faints.] 

Dame Ogleby : Oh! Have mercy upon us! 
It’s the devil coming! Oh! Oh! Satan himself! 
Have mercy upon my soul! [Falls upon her 
knees.] 

Goodman Winthrop [wringing his hands, his 
knees shaking] : Wrath and destruction hath 
fallen upon us! ’Tis the day of judgment! Oh, 
mine iniquities are like mountains! Hide me! 
Hide me! [Hides behind Dame Endicott.] 

Dame Mather: Save us! 

Crowd : Save us! Save us ! 

Jack: By Jove! It’s an aeroplane! It must 
be flying from Boston to Cape Cod! 

Goodman Winthrop [pointing at Jack] : ’Tis 
he, with his evil words and spells who hath con¬ 
jured up the evil one! 

Dame Mather: Burn him ! 

Goodman Ogleby : Burn him ! 

Crowd [rushing at him]: Burn him! Burn 
him! 

Magistrate : Stay! Stay! Let him be bound 
and tied to the stake, where he shall abide the 
judgment of the town meeting. 


THE LOST VILLAGE. 11 

[Goodman Mather and Goodman Ogleby 
bind him with a rope.] 

Prudence: Oh, please! Your Honor! Jack 
didn’t mean any harm ! 

Dame Wintlirop: She’s a witch herself! 

Dame Ogleby : Aye! I saw her go to meet 
him ! She is the devil’s handmaiden! I weened 

that all her wanton levity did bode no good! 

• 

Dame Mather : She’s a witch! 

Goodman Ogleby : A witch ! 

Crowd : Witch ! Witch ! Witch ! 

Magistrate : Bring the maid hither! [Points 
to her dress.] What manner of garments are 
these? These tricks and trumperies of vanity! 
They are the snares of Satan. They are the pit- 
falls of Babylon! Woe unto the stiff-necked and 
perverse generation ! Roaring lions and ravening 
wolves shall devour them, and the seed of Sodom 
and Gomorrah shall writhe in everlasting fire! 
This shameless hussy shall sit in the stocks till 
Sabbath morn. 

[They place Prudence in the stocks, and ex¬ 
eunt (L.), leading Jack and shouting, “Burn 
him!”] 

Enter Indians. [They dance a war dance; 
finally the chief, noticing Prudence, stops and 
stands gazing at her. Braves do the same.] 


12 


THE LOST VILLAGE. 


Prudence: Say! If you’ll let me out of here 
I’ll show you the fox trot! It beats that all to 
pieces! 

[One of the Indians releases her. He starts 
to scalp her.] 

Chief: Spare the paleface maiden! She is 
as beautiful as the moonshine upon the waters. 
She shall dance with me and be my bride. 

[Chief and Prudence dance in the middle of 
ring of Indians.] 

Prudence: See? Like this. [Thorny him 
some steps.] Oh, that’s fine! You’re getting it! 

Goodman Winthrop [behind the scenes] : 
Indians! Indians! 

[Enter Townsmen, with guns, shouting, “In¬ 
dians!”] 

Prudence: Oh, don’t shoot him! He’s a 
dandy dancer! 

[Indians and Townsmen fight, Indians are 
gaining the advantage.] 

Prudence : I’ll go and untie Jack ! He’ll make 
them stop 1 [Exit Prudence (L.)] 

[Fighting continues; Goodman Mather is 
killed. The Chief scalps the Magistrate; other 
Indians are beating upon the door of the house. 
The chief holds up the Magistrate’s scalp. This 
is the cue for the Indians to break into the 
house. 7 he women come rushing out. They 
wring their hands over the dead bodies.] 


THE LOST VILLAGE. 


13 


Dame Ogleby [pointing to left behind scenes] : 
Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! The Witch of Endor approacheth, 
riding on a broomstick! 

Dame Winthrop [pointing (L.)] : ’Tis very 
truth ! The Witch of Endor ! Oh ! Oh ! Heaven 
help us! 

Dame Mather: Flee! 

Townsmen: Flee! Flee! 

[All Townspeople, including the dead ones, 
rush from stage (R.), leaving Indians on stage. 
Indians re-enter from house.] 

Chief [pointing (L.)]: Lo! It is the Great 
Spirit! 

[Enter Jack (L.), riding a broom, attired in 
witch’s costume. 1 

Jack [performing witch’s dance with broom] : 

’Tis I! ’Tis I! ’f is I! 

I sweep the cobwebs from the sky! 

I trip and skip on toe and heel! 

I ride upon a wagon wheel! 

[Throws down broom, makes circles of light 
with an electric flash light.] 

I wind me 'bout with rings of fire, 

To bend mankind to my desire. 

In my right hand I hold a star; 

The heavenly orbs my servants are. 

Along the milky way I sped, 

And plucked my star at midnight dread; 

In dimmest paths and darkest night 


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THE LOST VILLAGE. 


It guides me by its glimmering light. 

[Turns light on Chief] : Well, who are you, 
old sport? 

Chief: I am the great Chief Black Hawk, 
king of the twelve tribes beyond the rivers. I 
am Fleet Foot, the slayer of a hundred deer, 
and in my belt I wear the scalps of twenty white- 
face chiefs. 

Jack: Well, I should worry, you haven’t got 
anything on me. I am the great Wizard of Ki¬ 
bosh, eater of frogs and mice. My name is 
Squeak-toe, and in my wallet I carry thirteen 
rats’ tails. Do you see this star? I told you I 
stole it from the milky way. I can make it 
shine, or I can make it go out, just as I please. 
Watch me, now. 

Eny, meeny, miny mo ! 

Catch a nigger by the toe! 

Amo, amas, amat, 

Amamus, amatis, amant! 

Go out! 

[Puts out flash light.] 

Hie ! Haec ! Hoc ! ' 

And quibus, quibus, quibus! 

Shine, star, shine! 

[Turns on hash light again.] 

Presto! Change ! Disappear! 

Now you see it, and now you don’t! 

[While saying this he puts the flash light in his 
pocket and takes out a match. Holds up match]. 


THE LOST VILLAGE. 


15 


Do you see this stick? I can strike fire from 
it. I am the master of the element!,. Everything 
obeys my will; even fire burns at my command. 

[Waves match around; goes through motions 
of an incantation.] 

Now, all ready! 

Will-o’-the-wisp! 

In the mire ! In the mire ! 

Hokus Pokus! 

Come, fire! 

[Strikes match.] See! It burns when I tell it 
to. Oh, I’m some medicine man, believe me! 
[Aside.] No! Wait a minute! I guess it’s, a 
god I am! Sure, I’m a god. [To Chief.] Say, 
old Rain in the Face, do you get me? I am a 
god! A god ! Behold ! the Great Spirit! 

“Gitche Manito, the Mighty! 

Great Creator of the Nations; 

Father of the winds of Heaven; 

Ruler of the land of Sunset.’’ 

There’s some class to me, Hiawatha; fall down 
and worship me. Bow down! You bet you 
don’t go to the happy hunting grounds unless 
you do. 

Chief [commanding his men and pointing at 
Jack] : Duwamish Manito, chehalis wa wa! pow, 
wow! 

Braves : Ugh! Ugh! 

[Chief and Braves fall dozvn and worship 
him.] 



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THE LOST VILLAGE. 


Jack: Good boys! Now, old Sitting Bull, 
come and kneel before me. [Chief kneels to 
Jack.] Promise me by the sun and moon and 
stars that you will go away and never trouble 
the white face village again. Bury the hatchet. 
You saby? 

Chief: I promise, oh, Great Spirit! 

Jack: Remember, now ! Never again! 

Chief: Black Hawk will obey the commands 
of the mighty maker of fire. 

Jack: All right, old chap! Now it’s back to 
the woods for you. Beat it! 

Chtef [to Braves] : Mish turn Minnehaha 
wigwam. [Exit Chief and Braves (R.)] 

Jack : The witch is going to vanish now, be¬ 
lieve me, before these incendiary villagers ap¬ 
pear again. I don’t just fancy being burned 
alive, myself. Impersonating a beefsteak doesn’t 
appeal to me. [Exit Jack.] 

[Enter Townspeople and Prudence (R.)] 

Prudence: Jack! Jack! 

Dame Ogleby: The witch has vanished! 

Prudence: It wasn’t a witch at all! It was 
Jack Harding, and nobody even said “Thank you” 
to him for saving us from the Indians! I am 
going to find him and bring him back. [Exit 
Prudence (L.)J 


THE LOST VILLAGE. 17 

Goodman Winthrop: Then ’twas the driver 
of the magic carriage! 

Dame Winthrop: He saved us from the In¬ 
dians ! 

Dame Ogleby : Truly, it must be that he 
meant us no harm, then. 

Goodman Winthrop: Forsooth! He did but 
use his magic power to deliver us from the hands 
of our enemies! 

Magistrate: Let us appoint him Provost of 
the town. 

Goodman Ogleby : Aye! Aye! Let him be 
Provost! 

Goodman Winthrop: I will go and fetch 
the charter and the seal. [Exit.] 

Crowd : Aye ! Aye ! 

[Enter Prudence and Jack (L.)] 

Magistrate: Welcome, worthy stranger! 

Thou didst suffer grievous abuses at our hands, 
and yet thou hast rendered us a most gracious 
service. In token of our gratitude we beg thee 
to abide among us and become our Provost. 

Prudence: Oh, goody! Do stay, Jack! A 
Provost is something like a Mayor, you know. 

Jack : Mayor! Why, thanks; Pm much 
obliged, I’m sure; I’d like the job of Mayor. 

[Re-enter Goodman Winthrop with charter.] 


18 


THE LOST VILLAGE. 


Magistrate: We pray thee to accept the 
great seal and charter of our town, as the symbol 
of thine office. [Presents charter , with sweep¬ 
ing bozo. Tack accepts it, returning the bow.] 

Jack: I thank you all. I’ll gladly be your 
Provost. It will be great sport! We’ll have a 
civic improvement club— 

Prudence: And woman’s suffrage! 

Tack: Why, certainly! And we’ll have mu¬ 
nicipal ownership and pure food laws and direct 
primaries and dairy inspection and a football 
team— 

Prudence: And a dancing class! 

Jack: Happy thought! We’ll begin now! 
Take your partners for a one-step! Come on, 
Prudence, we’ll show them how! [All dance.] 


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